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Post by Tsundere Shinzu on Aug 11, 2015 11:33:34 GMT -5
Shinzu wiped the sweat off his brow as he continued pummelling away at the large wooden dummy. His clothes were drenched in sweat, so much so that the other members couldn’t help but give him a strange glance. “Guild master must have body odour problems…” Mumbled one of the passing members of Lion Heart. Shinzu would of course fail to hear the teen’s words. The only sounds that would make its way into his ear drums would be the ‘thump’ of his fists being driven into the wood.
“W-Wait, he’s still here!?” Yelled a third guild mate. The expression on her face appeared to be plastered with shock. “H-He’s been doing this since the crack of dawn!” Suddenly, the trio would feel a change in the atmosphere. They were finally looking beyond the drenched shirt and able to notice the reddish tint on the wood. It was blood. Blood from having pummelled away at wood all day. This was Shinzu’s training, an attempt at moulding his fists into weapons.
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Post by Tsundere Shinzu on Aug 11, 2015 11:48:58 GMT -5
Shinzu threw another punch at the wood, the act of which causing his splinter-infested knuckles to flare up in unyielding pain. However, unlike before where the sensation would cause him to visibly cringe, now, he was far too used to the pain to even bother to react to it. Instead, he simply continued with his onslaught of pummelling the wood with alternating hands. “Focus.” Shinzu thought to himself as he picked up his pace. Suddenly, his barrage of punches would appear to be nothing more than a blur to the spectators.
“Don’t move!” Shinzu was attempting to maintain his stance by anchoring his feet onto the ground. Throwing these lightning-fast punches was no real issue for him, however, each time he did so he couldn’t help but find his form deteriorating. Improper foot placement, slouching and shoulders rolled too far forwards. These were all his biggest enemies that he was attempting to combat through practice. “If I can keep this up… Then I’ll be able to defeat him.”
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Post by Tsundere Shinzu on Aug 11, 2015 12:32:42 GMT -5
Shinzu grinned to himself as his barrage of punches slowed down to a halt. He was exhausted and spent, such being clear from the moisture glistening on his skin against the setting sun. The observant spectators would also take note of Shinzu’s breathing, which appeared to be heavily laboured and more akin to panting. “My form is now perfect… However, my lungs leave much to be desired.” In a moment of pure frustration, Shinzu would reel back his fist before launching it at the wooden dummy, the act of which causing it to splinter and break in half.
Once the frustration at the inanimate object would subside, Shinzu would simply drop onto the ground before crossing his legs and taking on what would look like a meditative pose. “Breathe.” He would chant to himself over and over again. In an attempt to better familiarise himself with his body, Shinzu would close his eyes and pay careful attention to his bodily functions. He could feel the violent thumping of his heart. The quivering of his injured fists. He was now aware of everything.
Taking in a deep breath, Shinzu would attempt to steady how much he was inhaling. As much as he tried, however, his body would just go against this and force very short breaths. “Damn it.” He hissed, before his words would be cut off with panting. If he was going to be this out of breath after a real fight, then he stood no chance against an onslaught of enemies who would just attempt to overwhelm him with sheer numbers.
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Post by Tsundere Shinzu on Aug 11, 2015 13:15:16 GMT -5
Shinzu’s nostrils would flare up as he inhaled a big gulp of air. He would then attempt to keep it down by holding his breath in a cheap attempt to relax his breathing. However, despite his best efforts, an involuntary muscle spasm would cause the young Guild Master to empty his lungs before he could even claim to have held his breath for more than a few seconds. “Curse it all” He winced before resting his back on the ground. Nothing was helping him regain his composure.
“Wait… Maybe fighting it is the wrong idea...” With his body still on the ground, Shinzu would allow himself to continue panting. Rather than allowing his body to inhale and expel air violently with no real control or rhythm, however, he would gradually and very slowly attempt to take deeper breaths every so often. “Success!” Though the process wasn’t as instantaneous as Shinzu hoped it would be, in the end, he had successfully managed to calm his breathing after what felt like half a minute of rest.
“Hm.. My heartbeat is still out of whack though…” Shinzu’s moment of victory would be short lived. “Hmm..” Despite regaining control over his breathing which would now be peaceful and the exact opposite of laboured, he could still feel his heart thumping away with little purpose. “That cannot be healthy…” With the worries now shifting to an early grave caused by a heart attack, Shinzu would shift back into his meditative pose before focusing intently on relaxing himself.
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